The Many Ramblings of K. A. Webb

Bree couldn't sleep. To begin with she'd been laying in bed but she didn't feel comfortable in it. It was softer than her bed at home. Then she'd sat on the floor for a little while and tried to meditate. She hadn't been able to stop herself thinking so it hadn't worked. Finally she'd decided to stare out of the window at the garden even though she couldn't see anything very well. For a few minutes she had managed to divert her thoughts by contemplating whether she should climb out of the window or not. In the end she decided not to, just in case someone decided to check on her.



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Collection: Thear, Status: Complete, Word Count: 4000 - 5000

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Night was always Bree’s favourite time to go walking, because there was no one around. She loved her village, and the people within it, but she had always preferred spending time alone, which was probably why she’d ended up a translator instead of working in the fields like a normal Dorma girl. Walking in the night wasn’t normal either, so she kept it to herself, knowing that her father would attempt to stop her from doing it again. Smiling to herself she looked up at the sky. The stars were bright and beautiful, the moon was waning, and she felt wonderfully calm, as though she could have floated on air.

A movement in the woods caught her attention. Bree had never seen anyone else during her walks, but she wasn’t scared. Her curiosity was another reason she’d become a translator and she found herself walking in the direction of the movement, wanting to know what it was, even though she knew she probably shouldn’t. It could have been an animal, she did see plenty of them during her walks, but she couldn’t help thinking it had been too big to be an animal, so it could only have been another person out walking.

“Hello,” she called, quietly, her voice travelling further in the dark than she expected it to.

Silence followed. All Bree could do was wait and see if they were going to show themselves. There were stories of half bloods who travelled around Thear, keeping away from anyone who might harm them, but she’d never seen one before. Half bloods sometimes seemed to be nothing more than a myth, even though she’d read about them in some of the books she translated. Finally, shaking her head, she decided to continue with her walk, because it seemed like whoever it was had disappeared.

“Are you Bree?” a male voice asked from behind her.

“Yes,” she replied, turning to look at him.

It was too dark to see anything much of him and Bree was certain he couldn’t see much of her either. The one thing she noticed, because it fluttered slightly in a breeze, was the long cloak he was wearing. Something told her that she was going to have be patient with him, so she waited for him to speak, even though she wanted question him, beginning with finding out how he knew her name.

“I’m Quinn,” he said. He sighed. “I’m your half brother.”

“Father’s never mentioned you before.”

“That’s not a surprise. My mother is Tein-Igni.”

Bree found herself lost for words. “Really?” she said, after what felt like hours, unable to believe what he was saying and yet feeling the truth of his words at the same time.

“I never planned on talking to you. I just wanted to see you, because I always wanted to have a sister, but…” He shook his head. “I should go. Why would someone like you want to talk to me?”

“Don’t.” Bree took a couple of steps towards him, before realising that might spook him. “I…” She smiled. “I believe you and I want to get to know you.”

Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.